For Dark Winter Nights 3

It was the freezing air that tried to enter.  For a moment he stood, transfixed by what had taken place. The world had changed and it was waiting for him. One small step and he was through the door. He wore only flimsy slippers, worn away to the bone. He wanted to turn back. He... Continue Reading →

For Dark Winter Nights 2

Beyond his window was winter. It had finally arrived. A long-awaited smile cracked beneath the surface of his leathered skin. He inhaled the cold air that had perpetrated beyond the pane of glass...at Last.  "So, you have returned to me." The empty world gave no response.  He watched the frozen landscape, and the moon, impaled... Continue Reading →

For Dark Winter Nights

If anyone had told him about climate change in the past, he would have scoffed. 'Tree-huggers,' he would have muttered. These days, that was different. He was awake again. A full bladder told him that he not only had to visit the lavatory, but that he was getting older. This happened to men past a... Continue Reading →

History or The Future?

CHEMNITZ, Germany — It didn’t take long for the rumors to spread. Just hours after a man was stabbed in a small east German city last weekend, thousands of people began sharing accounts on social media that he had been killed by immigrants involved in a rape attempt. Within no time, it was being said there... Continue Reading →

The Stand is an old friend.

I read it every five or six years. I go back to it in the same way one might go back to the place in which you grew up. My affair with everything apocalyptical probably came from King; well some of it anyway. The landscape of my youth was clouded by the coming apocalypse. But... Continue Reading →

King On God

In the words of Stephen King: "I've always believed in God. I also think that's the sort of thing that either comes as part of the equipment, the capacity to believe, or at some point in your life, when you're in a position where you actually need help from a power greater than yourself, you... Continue Reading →

Stephen King On Writing

If you want to be a writer, you must do two things above all others: read a lot and write a lot. There's no way around these two things that I'm aware of, no shortcut. I'm a slow reader, but I usually get through seventy or eighty books a year, mostly fiction. I don't read... Continue Reading →

A Morsel More

Something else was among them. Its sound, as it planted ancient feet upon the floor, indicated that it walked like a man. Alongside it, ran the first of the notes from a flute. She recognised the sound as the one that had been in the darkness for sometime now. She had heard it coming from... Continue Reading →

A Taste Of Things To Come

The screams had dissolved. They had petered out into near silent pleas and prayers. She had waited, fixed like a butterfly pinned into a glass case, a recording, playing the only prayer she knew, ran on and on inside her mind. Lord keep us safe this night Secure from all our fears… But they had... Continue Reading →

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